speaks volumes in quiet candor
usurping the energy
that drones within.
Each breath a sigh in stifled
sugar coat, sponging for
expansion in the heaviness of doubt.
Moments tick as hours in glasses,
gazing at memory of work
to be done in a matter of time.
Restless staring seeks the
solace of drawn blinds, honeycomb couch
with feverish arm rests.
A lone tear is released
and trickles to tightened lips
that part to breathe.
The tongue perceives the salt
upon the bitter buds.
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